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The great democratic poem of the self and America, from the ecstatic Song of Myself to the elegies of old age—Whitman’s lifework, complete.
One’s-Self I Sing
One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.
Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing.
Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action form’d under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing.
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